Ye Xingbei was stunned: "Xiao Xue, what...what did you say?"
Yian Jingxue pinched her cheek and cheerfully repeated: "I just said I've made my will. If I accidentally die during this trip back to Beijing, all of my wealth will be left to you. Just take care of my grandfather and Xiao Dao and Xiao Jian for me!"
Ye Xingbei was dumbfounded: "Xiao Xue, have you lost your mind? You're still young. Why make a will?"
"Life and death have nothing to do with age," Yian Jingxue shrugged. "If it hadn't been for my big fat life, I would've died in my teens and wouldn't have lived till now. I must make a will! With a will, everything would be yours if I die. That way, I can rest in peace!"
She scoffed, "If I die and my wealth gets left to those disgusting snakes of the Yian Family, I wouldn't be able to close my eyes even in death!"